The soldiers blew their horns and the vampires screamed wildly. The winged vampires ran up and threw themselves into the cool night air. With mighty wing beats, they approached the camp.


I drew an arrow with a silver tip from my quiver, drew the bow and let the arrow whir. The vampire was surprised by my attack and let the arrow come dangerously close to him. He dodged, but did it too late and the arrow pierced his wing. With a loud shriek, he lost his balance and fell. With a thud, it crashed to the ground. The earth shook under his weight. His wings weren't protected by his leather and metal armor. My armor was made of silver, and so was that of the other fighters. An attack by the vampires would only be of any use if they pierced the armor.


The vampire that was hit was still stirring because his broken bones were regenerating.Soon he would get up again and thrash his claws around. He would no longer be able to fly because the wound on his wing was caused by silver. His wound would widen over the hours. Yes, silver was dangerous.


The vampire tried to get up again and pushed himself up. The first attempt failed, but the second would sit. I now turned completely to the vampire. To get a better view, I leaned over the railing of the rifle tower. The vampire was now wobbly on his feet and looked around the camp. He was looking for Demona, it crossed my mind. I quickly sent myself to climb down the wooden ladder and face the vampire.


The vampire approached the entrance gate of the fortress and pushed it open with full force, smashing the bolt that locked the door from the inside. I was shocked at the vampire's power. Finally I jumped down the rest of the rungs and ran as best I could in my armor towards the vampire.The vampire had opened the gate fully and the vampires who were on foot poured in. The other archers stopped their work and jumped from the towers into the crowd of vampires.


Twelve undead fell on me at the same time. The foot soldiers among the vampires were smaller and had no wings, but instead had three large claws on their hands and feet. Her body was broad, and her short arms and legs were dangerously thick and muscular. The color difference of the vampires was that the foot soldiers were black and the flying ones were gray.


I pulled the sword, which I had found in Thomas hut, out of its scabbard with a clang and hit the vampires. With one sweep, I caught a lot of them. The others backed away and called for reinforcements. As one of the vampires stepped into the firelight of a torch, I saw his muscles shine. I quickly withdrew to a wall in the dark.It was pretty hot under the armor. I took the helmet off my head and hurled it down a back alley. Suddenly I heard a noise like someone tripping over the helmet I had thrown. Then I heard vampire voices and a man whose voice sounded familiar to me scream.


Shortly afterwards Petrus slipped out of the side street and stopped next to me on the wall of the house.


"What is going on....?" I wanted to ask, but when I saw that the more than 2 meter tall flight vampires emerged from the side street, I knew what he meant.


When the vampires saw us both, they roared and drooled, opening their mouths and showing us their canines. I knew it was too late to flee and attacked with angry screams and a raised broadsword. The biggest vampire came forward towards me. But I quickly dodged and hit the next vampire while falling. He was hit, growled, and buckled. When I landed on the hard stone floor, I rolled to the side and hit the vampire, who wanted to attack me when I was lying on the ground, in the back of the knee, who also screamed in pain and I noticed that his bones were broken.I couldn't evade more in time than the heavy vampire on me. It was a mistake that I took my helmet off because the undead landed right on my head. As a result, I passed out.


With the last of my strength, which threatened to wane, I saw how Petrus, out of anger and fear for my life, rushed at the vampires with his coat billowing and his weapon drawn. He cut them down one by one.


When they were all lifeless on the floor, he knelt in front of me and clasped my hand. He looked at me with sad eyes. But I saw everything more and more blurred. It had started to rain and the caustic water stung my skin. Petrus understood and put his black cloak over my face. I heard more vampires emerge from the alley and Petrus insulted them as murderers, then he hacked them wildly and without any fear or reticence. He shouted it out a few more times into the night: "Murderer ....., murderer!" the rain grew stronger and pattered incessantly.Peter sank down on top of me, exhausted and weeping. Why did this fight turn out so badly for me? I knew now. I no longer wore the blue protection.


Peter was still clutching me tightly and shaking me. I slowly came to my senses again. I saw Peter's cloak over me. I was unable to speak loudly, but I could still whisper and so I breathed out from under my coat: "The ... the ... blue ... blue protection!" Although it was only very quiet, Petrus understood and replied:


"Yes my Lord!"


To be called lord by a prince was the highest dignity for me. Although he was also a bearer of a talisman, namely the bearer of the black stone of power, he treated me like something better. Peter was injured himself and had the black stone of power with him, but first he thought of me. He wasn't like a royal descendant should be.


I heard metal clink again. Peter must have met vampires again.

Were all dead? That inexplicable silence had returned. It was just the middle of the night now. Did everyone flee? Had they given up this base? I heard boots running through puddles and coming closer.


It was Peter. He slipped my glove on and put my coat back on. I was surrounded by the blue aura again and was protected from the rain. Peter had to support me because I didn't have enough strength to move independently. He led me through different alleys and streets. Whenever we met vampires, they would be dead on the floor.


He whispered in my ear that the fort had been abandoned and the rest of the warriors would fight on the slopes and cliffs. The residents would have fled to the haystack that lay beneath the cliffs.


"What about Demona?" I asked softly.


"She has to take care of herself and get by on her own!" muttered Peter irritably. I looked at Peter.He had a long scar that reached across his eye. She was bleeding. I looked at the rest of his body. His clothes were torn everywhere and instead of cloth there were wounds. Nothing big had happened to me. The silver armor had protected me.


When we came to a high picket fence I was able to walk alone again. The earth was so muddy that the picket fence would have fallen over if touched. That's exactly what Peter did now, kicking the trunk with his foot. It slipped out of the almost swampy earth and lay in front of a grassy hill, at the foot of which was a village called Heustreu. Light came from the windows. The church that stood in the middle of the village let its bells ring.


Peter sat down on the trunk, which was cut to a point at the top, and also waved me up. I did as I was told and sat down. The bark of the trunk was soaked with water and overgrown with moss in some places. Here on the unprotected slope the wind blew strong and let the wet grass fidget.

"What now?" I asked Peter, loudly.


Apparently Peter did not hear it and pushed us off with all his might. The tree trunk slid on the wet grass like sledges in the snow. The rush of speed overwhelmed me and I cheered. Rain pelted my blue shield. You had to hold on tightly in order not to be caught in the wind and thrown away.


It went downhill in a flash. Sometimes the trunk jumped a bit because it tripped over large stones. It was like a ski jump. I forgot Demona and Drecul because of my joy. Drecul had destroyed the base. What was his next goal? He probably thought that there was no danger from me.


Something wet hit me in the face. It couldn't be a raindrop. The blue protection saved me from water. Something wet hit me, this time it was my armor that was hit. It was blood. The blood of Peter. Now another drop hit me. Now right on the head.I looked up.


The blood froze in my veins. I swallowed. An injured flight vampire flew over me and rushed towards Peru.


"Peru! Attention!" I called, but he didn't hear me. The whistling of the wind was too loud.


I had to act. The seconds seemed endless to me. Out of desperation I conjured up the magic of water with the help of the glove.


The water on the meadow slope came together and the vampire Peter came closer and closer. Suddenly a huge fountain of water shot up and hit the vampire, panting and spitting, trying to stay in the air. Peter heard this and pulled out the black stone of power that he had pocketed when he got my glove. Summoned him too and turned the injured vampire to stone. It fell on the wet ground, rolled a little down the mountain and finally shattered on a protruding rock.


Through my magic, I had drained almost all of the water from the ground and the trunk did not slide as well.Up until now it was sliding vertically down the mountain, but now it turned sideways and flung and down. We also rolled a few meters and saw the big trunk roll towards us. We quickly crawled behind a rock. Just in time, because the trunk jumped over the stone under which we lay trembling. We had just escaped death. The village was only a few steps away. In front of and there was a small forest in which there were a row of houses. Courageously and expectantly, we walked towards the houses over wet leaves.




Peter had been walking south all day. He had eaten his mushrooms at rest stops, which